September Tango

by Scarlett Jade

  She laughed uproariously. “Gentleman, my ass. I remember the shit you did in high school. No need to pretend you would even consider screwing me. You won't hurt my feelings, really. I'm definitely not your type.”

  “Oh, I've considered it already,” he said without a trace of laughter in his voice. “Furthermore, who says you aren't my type?”

  Her breath hitched. “Is that so?”

  “Did I st-st-stutter?” He laughed in the darkness.

  “Yeah, you just did.” She smirked, hoping he couldn't hear her pulse that was thundering in her ears. They pulled into the Piggly Wiggly parking lot and he parked the car. She moved to get out and he put his hand on hers.

  “I think I see where you think I'm going with this, but I can assure you, I'm not looking for a quick fuck before I go back, I just wanna make sure you know that.” His hand was hot on hers, and his thumb slowly moved back and forth, stoking a fire in her belly.

  “Isn't that what they all say, Calvin?” Her voice was ragged and hot in the confines of the car.

  “I'm not like the rest of them. At least, not anymore, Zoe.” He threw the driver's side door open and hot air rushed in, breaking the tension of the moment. She took a shuddering breath and he opened her door. She climbed out and they walked into the antiquated Piggly Wiggly.

  She headed straight for the drink case and snagged a 20 oz Coke. “You want one?”

  “Grab me a Nehi Orange, if you don't mind.” He rifled through the candy section.

  “Okay.” She snagged a pack of wintergreen gum and some BBQ chips. “I'm good to go.”

  He had a stack of candy and two bags of chips. “It's been a while since I've had junk food. MRE's are not the gourmet meals they advertise them to be.”

  “What's an MRE?” She plopped her stuff on the conveyor belt.

  “Meals ready to eat. It’s pretty much whatever they can find that's edible, stuffed in vacuum sealed bags and packed in with a portable heater pack. They suck.” He dropped his load on the belt too. The teenaged cashier started ringing Zoe's stuff up. She pulled out her wallet and he touched her arm. “Your money's no good here. I got this.”

  “No, I can get it.”

  “Put the damn wallet away, I got this.” He whipped out a shiny gold card and the cashier used the old fashioned credit card machine to make an impression of the card and he signed the receipt. They meandered back to the parking lot and climbed back into the car. “Okay, my lady, where to next?”

  She popped the lid on the Coke and took a sip before responding. “Want to go to my place? My dad's been boning someone and is never home. We could watch bad TV and just chill, or we could hit the beach again.”

  “I don't know, I kind of miss crappy American television.” He shrugged.

  “No pressure. I'm not going to jump your bones or anything. I just have AC and it's still kind of hot to be outside, but it's your choice. Ball is in your court, Calvin.” She buckled her seat belt and looked at him quietly.

  “Your place it is. Just tell me how to get there.” He put the car in drive.

  “You got it,” she smiled.

  Chapter Six – Friday Night

  They pulled into her driveway, and he cut the lights before turning off the engine. “Here it is,” she murmured self-consciously.

  “Quaint.”

  Zoe looked at him and laughed. “Yeah, I guess. Come on.” She walked up the pathway and climbed the stairs of the porch. He admired the pull of her muscles in her legs and ass as she stepped up. She opened the front door and flipped on a kitchen light. He looked around the old kitchen and smiled.

  “A lot like my grandparents' house.”

  She grinned. “Yeah a lot of them here are identical.” Her eyes met his and he saw a blush blossoming across her cheeks and she bit her bottom lip. “I'm going to change really quick, this swimsuit is uncomfortable. I'll be back. The living room is just in there; you can turn the TV on and relax.” She turned and looked over her shoulder. “Won't take me long.”

  “Just don't change too much,” he called after her. He heard her laugh. He took the bags of snacks into the living room and plopped on the ugly orange couch, trying to get comfortable.

  She was darting around her room looking for something to wear. She couldn't very well go out there in her ratty pajamas and it would look weird to get totally dressed again. Fuck. She settled on a red camisole with a built in bra, not that it held her knockers much, but it was too hot for anything else, and a pair of cotton shorts. She padded back down the hall and saw Calvin flipping through the channels. “Hey, I'm back.” She folded her arms across her chest self-consciously.

  He looked over his shoulder at her and his mouth went dry. He took a quick sip of his soda. “Welcome back, I saved you a seat.”

  She smirked. “What do you want to watch? Daddy actually had cable put in a year ago. We's fancy.”

  “Might as well keep flipping and see if we can find anything good.” He kept sneaking peeks at her from the corner of his eye. Her breasts were barely contained in this tiny camisole top and he shifted to hide the beginnings of an erection. She folded her legs under her as she got more comfortable and smiled at him. Damn, she's gorgeous, he sighed.

  “Okay, works for me. Maybe a movie is on HBO. Here let me see.” She leaned forward and her incredible breasts brushed his arm as she took the remote from him. She started flipping and went bright red as she realized she'd flipped to late night cable porn. She forgot Cinemax started the dirty stuff at 10 pm on the weekends. She seemed frozen in place, watching the couple on screen bumping and grinding. Her mouth fell open and the flush deepened, running down her creamy ivory chest.

  “Uhhhh... Want to watch this?” He crunched down on a chip, trying to stay casual, even though he was throbbing. It has been so long...

  “Uhh, no! No. I... Um.” She was visibly flustered as she poked multiple buttons on the remote. She accidentally started recording it.

  “Gimme that,” he muttered, snatching the remote out of her hand. If he had to watch a couple more seconds of the couple fake screwing, he'd be making real screen time with the voluptuous girl on the couch. God, that would be incredible...

  “Thank you,” she whispered, now clutching her Coke with both hands. He could see her nipples outlined against her camisole top and he swallowed. He found an innocent episode of FRIENDS and they watched that in silence for a few minutes. Her profile was illuminated by the glow of the TV, and she looked completely irresistible. Oh, hell... Forget behaving, he thought to himself.

  He slid down the couch slowly in her direction and touched her hand, his eyes dark in the low light. Before she could react, he gently slid an arm around her and pulled her close, touching his lips to hers. She froze like a deer in the headlights. He pressed his lips against her harder, coaxing a response with his warm mouth. She suddenly kissed back, their mouths colliding and tongues tangling. Her hand slid to the nape of his neck, and his hands tangled in her dark hair. She smelled like coconut and tasted like Coke. She saw stars and he groaned as he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. “I didn't think I'd get a chance to do that after letting you go at the airport. I'm glad fate brought you back to me.” His breath was warm against her face. Her body was languid and warm, she wanted to take this so much further, but she refused to be an easy lay.

  “Me too,” she whispered simply, drawing back and putting space between them. Her brow furrowed as the words crazy old Donna had said clanged in her head. Something good was gonna happen... Could it be Calvin? Her breath caught in her throat and her pulse went crazy as he caught her hand. They sat there like that for a few minutes, watching FRIENDS. “You know,” she started. “It's crazy how little I know about you. I mean, I know we grew up together, and I know about your life 'til you left, but I mean, I don't know what you do in the Army.”

  He squeezed her hand. “I'm basically one of the people who makes sure the infantry guys can talk to each other, or themselves. I'm a Staff Se
rgeant. I get to boss a lot of people around.” He shrugged.

  “Oh,” she said quietly. “That is awesome, Calvin.”

  “It's alright. What about you? What have you gotten into since high school?” He stroked his thumb against her satiny smooth hand and she bit her lip before answering.

  “I... I worked at Quickie Burger before they shut down. I was in school up at the community college in Roxbury before Mama died. I... I just never got back into it. Daddy just worked longer hours and we just ignored it all. He leaves me money by the stove to handle bills and groceries, and we just don't talk anymore.” She shrugged, glaring at the TV. He saw her jaw clench, she was fighting tears. “I'm sorry; I don't usually tell people that.”

  “Come here.” He held his arms open and she shifted over and buried her face in his chest, her tears dampening his polo shirt. He simply held her as she cried, stroking a hand up and down her back. “I'm sorry.”

  She sat up and peered into his face. “Thanks. You know, you seem to be the only one that gets it. Everyone told me to suck it up and move on.”

  “You know my Mama and Daddy died too, right?”

  She nodded, wiping her eyes. “Yeah in a car accident out on the bridge. I'm so sorry.”

  He nodded, his throat too tight to speak for a moment. “I didn't even get to come home for their funeral. I was in action at the time, and I didn't find out until weeks later when I finally got a letter from my grandparents. The Red Cross couldn't get through to me because I was in a covert mission. This is the first time I've been home in five years. I could have come home sooner, I'm sure, but a part of me couldn't bear to.” He took a slow breath. “I don't usually say all that to people either.”

  She squeezed his hand. “I am really sorry. I can’t even imagine.”

  He smiled softly. “Thanks. I need to go to their graves at some point, pay my respects while I'm home.”

  “Would you want some company?” Her voice was soft and her hand squeezed his again.

  “You offering?” He shot her a look quickly.

  “Yeah, I am. No one wants to be alone at a cemetery.” She smiled sadly.

  “Then yeah, I'd like that. Thanks.” He squeezed her hand.

  “That's what friends are for, right?” She laughed softly, trying to ease the tension in the room.

  He turned and looked deep into her eyes. “I'm really sorry for all the shit in high school. But I can't just be your friend, Zoe.”

  Her eyes filled with tears and she sputtered, “What? I don't understand.”

  “I can't just be your friend because you're driving me freaking crazy, and I'm pretty sure friends don't feel this way about each other do they?” He whispered, ending the sentence with his mouth on hers again. Her soft lips parted and their tongues mated together, darting, tasting, and teasing. She nibbled his bottom lip and slipped one soft hand under his polo, groaning against his mouth at the hard skin she felt there. She traced a fingertip around his abs and then flattened her palm, skirting it up and brushing his nipple.

  He growled and leaned her back against the couch. “You smell so good.”

  She smiled against his mouth, trying to talk between his feverish kisses. She planted a hand on his chest and pushed up. “Thank you,” she breathed, grinning brilliantly before twining her arms around his neck and pulling him down for more kisses. He clenched his fists on either side of her incredibly curvy body, attempting to keep control. He was throbbing behind the zipper of his shorts and he longed to peel the thin little camisole off her skin and worship every inch of her with his mouth and hands, but he held back. He wanted to prove she wasn't just a quick fuck before he left again. He wasn't sure what this was yet, but it was heady and hard to wrap his mind around.

  He kissed her again, slowing the movements of his warm lips, and she sighed against him, pressing her breasts into his chest. He could feel her erect nipples through the layers of clothing as if they were a brand. Heat moved straight to his cock, and the throb became unbearable. He pulled back. “We have to stop.”

  “Why?” She asked breathlessly.

  “Because I want more than this with you.” He replied quietly.

  “You only have two weeks, Calvin.” She pulled him down closer, their mouths almost touching. “I want this. You aren't taking advantage of me.”

  “So do I, Zoe, but what if it's not enough?” He growled.

  “I'll make it enough,” she whispered confidently. “Let me show you.” She sat up and pushed him back against the couch. He lay back against the cushions and she climbed on top of him, resting her hands on his stomach. She smiled quickly and leaned down to kiss him. “Touch me, Calvin, I won't bite... Unless you want me to.”

  He groaned. “You're killing me.”

  “Not yet,” was her whispered reply.

  He touched her soft breasts encased in the little top. Her nipples responded immediately, jutting out to meet his fingers. He palmed her, marveling that they overfilled his hands. She moaned against his mouth and then nipped his lip with her teeth. “More,” she growled. He pulled the top of the camisole down and her pink nipples popped free. She bit her own lip and gasped as he rolled them between the pads of his fingers. “More,” she murmured. He raised his head, his eyes never leaving hers and sucked one nipple, then the other deep into his mouth. She bucked her hips against his crotch and threw her head back, her raven hair surrounding them like a cocoon, and gasped. “Yes...”

  He suckled first one, then the other like a mad man, going by her breathless whispers and groans as a guide for what she liked. He was about to lose his mind when suddenly he heard the front door opening. Zoe gasped in shock and fell back onto the couch, rearranging her breasts in her top, and he sat up quickly as Amy and Layla walked in the door.

  Chapter Seven – Late Friday Night

  “Well, well, well. What are YOU two doing?” Amy cackled. She'd obviously been drinking. You could smell the beer before she got into the living room. Layla held up the keys and jingled them.

  “I drove her home. She's trashed. I figured it was time to go when she started stripping.” She rolled her eyes. “Thanks a lot, Cal, for leaving your own party.”

  He grinned, begging his cock to cooperate and go down. “Sorry, you know parties aren't my thing, baby sis.”

  Zoe jumped up from the couch, her face stained scarlet and grabbed Amy's arm. “Come on, drunkie, let's get you in bed. I'll be back.” She shot Calvin a pointed look, as if asking him to stay. Amy stumbled down the hall, hollering out some song about slashing tires and beating a car with a baseball bat.

  Layla crossed her arms over her chest. “So, big bro, already trying to score?”

  He pursed his lips and drank some soda, looking at the TV. “Mind your business, Lay.”

  “We can all see that's what you were doing here, Cal, trying to get a lay. She's a nice girl.” She leaned against the pale blue wall and picked at her thumbnail.

  “I know that, Layla.” He rubbed his forehead. “I'm a grown man, and you aren't my mom, Layla.”

  “Good. Don't become one of the guys you hate.”

  “I don't plan to,” he ground out from between clenched teeth.

  “Good.” She turned and walked toward the door. “I'll be outside. You got five minutes.”

  He sighed. When the hell did she get so bossy? Damn cockblockula. He waited patiently for Zoe to come back from putting Amy to bed. About a minute later, she padded down the hall.

  “Hey, where is Layla?” She looked around curiously.

  “She's outside. I have like three minutes before she comes back in here.” He rolled his eyes and grinned.

  “Oh? I guess she figured out what we were doing, huh?” She flushed again, and he marveled at the crimson flooding her chest, the tendrils sliding down into her cream colored breasts. I'd love to lick those trails and see just how far... he coughed and looked away before replying.

  “Yeah, she's quick on the pick up.” He rubbed his forehead again.


  “Shit. I'm sorry. It has to be embarrassing for you.” She folded her arms across her chest and looked uncomfortable.

  “Why?”

  Her voice came out small. “Because she sees you with me.”

  He growled and stood up quickly, walking across the room and backing her against the wall. “Don't say that about yourself. I want to be here with you. Right now. If she weren't outside, I'd take you right here. Do you understand me? I'm not ashamed to be with you. Not embarrassed. At all.” He grabbed her hand and stuck it to his crotch, his dick jerking in response, blood rushing to an already flaming erection. “Do you feel that?”

  She looked up at him, her eyes dark. “Yeah, I do.” She sighed. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean that you were embarrassed because I'm fat; I am just kind of down and not myself since this shit with Derek. It really threw me for a loop. I meant that you were embarrassed she walked in on her big brother getting it on.”

  “You aren't fat, baby. You are exquisite, and next time I bet she knocks on the door before she barges in somewhere.” He kissed her quickly. “Can I see you tomorrow?” She nodded and he kissed her again. “Good night, Zoe.” He walked out the door as fast as his legs would carry him before he decided to finish what they started.

  She pressed her fingers to her mouth and took some slow breaths to calm the shaking in her legs. “Holy shit,” she muttered. Amy popped her head around the door.

  “So, how was he?” Her voice was solemn and she grinned cheekily.

  “You fucking bitch! You aren't drunk!” Zoe's mouth gaped.

  “Nope. We stood outside listening to the two of you for like five minutes before deciding how to handle it.” Amy giggled. “I poured my left over beer on my shirt so I smelled like beer and put all my acting skills to work.”

  “Oh my God. I hate you.” She covered her eyes with her hand. “This is so embarrassing.”

  “Nope baby, you love me. Now, I want details. When and how did this Calvin Mr. Fucking Hot Shit happen? I need to know.” She literally bounced down the hall, grabbing Zoe's hand and pulling her to the couch. “Thank me later for making him wait.”